Scootaloo's Nightmare

Celestia woke peacefully the next morning in her large bedroom. She pushed the covers off of her and hopped out of bed. She walked out of her room and down the hall to Luna's room to let her know it's time to lower the moon. Just outside Luna's room, Celestia tripped over something that sent her to the floor. Once she regained herself, Celestia got up and inspected what she tripped on. She looked around and eventually found it. An empty wine bottle. Oh no, not again! Celestia thought. She pushed Luna's door open all the way and found her at her desk with six other wine bottles, all empty, surrounding her. Luna was face-down on her desk laughing drunkenly. "LUNA!" Celestia barked.

"Oh, hello s-sister. Want a g-glass?" Luna asked holding out a wine glass full of wine.

"You know what happens when you drink, Luna! I feel bad for the pony who suffered such a bad nightmare. Do you remember who it was?" Celestia said slapping Luna in the face to get her attention.

"Um. I think a filly named Scootaloo dreamed of something cra-zeee! I have no idea what, though. Speaking of which, do you like chocolate cake?"

"Luna, chocolate cake doesn't even.....You know what, lower the moon."

"I don't wanna." Luna said in a childish tone.

Celestia was about to banish her to the moon again, but decided not to let the morning grogginess get the best of her. She picked up an empty bottle and smacked Luna in the back of the head hard enough to get her to comply.

"F-fine. I will lower the big marsh mellow in the sky to make room for the big, hot thing." Luna said, clumsily lowering the moon. "Now bring up the big hot thingy."

"Luna," Celestia said putting a hoof on her sisters shoulder, "go to bed."